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Fear, Secrecy and Threat a Way of Life for Afghan Gays
To be queer in Afghanistan is to live in fear. Naveed and Rameen, young homosexual men in the capital Kabul include lost count of the number of times they've been lured into treacherous situations on what they believed to be dates.
Both men describe being robbed, beaten up and blackmailed, and receiving death threats. They've even eluded police "honey traps" that could have seen them thrown in prison without ask for, simply on suspicion of being gay.
They know they could be killed, with impunity, if they reveal their sexuality. Rameen, 31, tells the story of his friend, Zabi, who was killed by his family after coming out as gay, a so-called "honor killing" usually reserved for young women.
"He was shaming the family by being uncover about it. They stabbed him so many times," Rameen said. "It was a warning for us, for other gays. Now we keep to ourselves; we live a hidden life. And a hidden animation is no being at all."
Both men use fake names among gay friends, and said none of their relatives or colleagues comprehend the truth about their sexuality.
Meeting other gay men is difficult as there are no regular gathering places, and the need to be di
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I am Nabi, and I’m twenty-five years old. I finished my bachelor’s degree as an engineer, and now I am a refugee in Germany. I am also homosexual. It was hard to be gay in my country. You can’t survive as a free man. I also heard about the Taliban taking gay men and slaughtering them like animals. But the main reason I left Afghanistan was because of my sister. The Taliban wanted to stone her, so we left together.
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- The Taliban were hunting me for being gay
- Escaping Afghanistan was terrifying
- But I made it to Pakistan and hoped my life would change
ISLAMABAD - It is September 29, 2022, and I am sitting in my hideous room in a hotel in Pakistan's capital, Islamabad, waiting for my Afghan passport to reach back from the British Embassy.
Despite so many hardships, taking so many risks and working so rigid to leave my residence in Afghanistan and show up somewhere safe, I possess no hope that it will contain a British visa.
Thousands of miles to the west, in Britain, there is education, opportunity and, most importantly, no one waiting to coerce me to be someone I am not or torture me for creature myself, a gay Afghan man.
Back in Afghanistan, I hear that Taliban soldiers have already been to my parents' house with an arrest warrant.
Although my mum and dad were thankfully not told what the charges were, every day I read stories about what they undertake to people like me who are still there.
I arrived in Pakistan five months ago, having fled Afghanistan in fear of my life.
As a queer man, my arrest would have meant imprisonment, torture and possible death.
I had previously spent 10 months hiding
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